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Musical: Funny Girl
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Nick: You are woman, I am man, You are smaller, so I can be taller than, You are softer to the touch, It's a feeling I like feeling very much. You are someone I've admired, Still, our friendship Leaves something to be desired. Does it take more explanation than this? You are woman, I am man-- Let's kiss. Fanny: Isn't this the height of nonchalance, Furnishing a bed in restaurants? Well, a bit of dinner never hurt, But guess who is gonna be dessert? Do good girls do just what mama says, When mama's not around? It's a feeling, Oy vey, what a feeling. Nick: A bit of paté? Fanny: I drink it all day. Should I do the things he'll tell me to? In this pickle what would Nellie do? In my soul I feel an inner lack, Just suppose he wants his dinner back? Both: Does it take more explanation than this? Fanny: Just some dried-out toast in a sliver, On the top a little chopped liver. How many girls become a sinner While waiting for a roast beef dinner? Though most girls slip in ordinary ways I got style--I do it bordelaise. Well, at least he thinks I'm special --He ordered a la carte. It's a feeling I like feeling very . . . I feel the feeling down to my toes. Now I feel that there's a fire here, Try that once a little higher, dear, What a beast to ruin such a pearl, Would a convent take a Jewish girl? Both: Does it take more explanation than this? Fanny: Ooo, the thrills and chills goin' through me, If I stop him now, Can he sue me? Nick: You are woman . . . Fanny: You are man . . . Both: Let's kiss! Back to main page: Funny Girl Lyrics
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